Date: Tue, 26 Jul 2005 22:32:44 -0400
From: abandier@columbus.rr.com
Subject: Lover's Lane Chapter 02
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LOVER'S LANE
by Jaden
>From the end of Chapter One:
"Hi. What can I do for you?", I said. I was happy I didn't start
stuttering. I thought that actually sounded smooth, considering the jumble
my mind and body was in. "Well........
CHAPTER TWO: FRIENDS
September 2004
"Well....I was wondering if you were looking for a workout partner.", came
rushing out of his mouth. I noticed he was breathing heavily. He must
have stopped during the middle of his workout to come talk to me. To me!!!
OK--slow down big boy. You are getting way too far ahead of yourself.
But--oh man, there was that voice again. Too perfect to describe in words.
I felt a little tingling sensation "down there". I was on the verge of
sensory overload.
"A, a, a workout partner??", I managed to garble out. Man--I had spoken so
smoothly during my first sentence. Breathe, breathe I kept telling myself.
OK--before we go any further, I think I need to describe exactly what I was
looking at. He was about an inch taller than me (that would make him 6'
2"). He was handsome, in a slightly quirky way. It's hard to describe.
His nose was just a tad too large in proportion to the rest of his face.
It gave him a distinctive and, in my opinion, utterly sexy look. His eyes
were dark brown--almost black. He wasn't "model boy" pretty--that wouldn't
have suited him anyway. His hair was darker than mine--I'd call it a
medium shade of brown--and was short but with some length to it. His hair
was sweaty and out of place. I could tell his hair would lighten up after
drying out. I wasn't sure how he styled it--not that it mattered. I think
anything short of a mullet would look sexy on this hunk. His white tank
top, which was drenched in sweat, was plastered to his upper torso.
Nothing was left to the imagination. He was heavier than I was--my guess
was around 185 lbs--and it was all muscle!! He had a pretty small waist
which, combined with some massive shoulders, gave his body an impressive
'V' shape. His deltod muscles were perfect--big but not overly huge. His
biceps, however, did look huge--I hadn't seen them flexed yet, but it was
obvious. Veins were visable on his arms--all the way down to his wrists..
His pecs were big--entirely proportional to the rest of his physique--and
his nipples were hard!! I could tell his body was symmetrical---a definite
bonus in my book. His skin was a beautiful golden brown--just the exact
right amount of tan. In fact everything on this guy was "just the right
amount". He was wearing a pair of dark red nylon shorts. His legs were
muscled--once again in perfect proportion to the rest of his body. His
image from that first meeting would be burned into my memory forever.
"Yeah," he smiled. "Oh, by the way my name is Lane McNeil. I'm a student
here at the university."
Well, you couldn't be working out in the student gym if you weren't,
flashed through my mind as I took another look at his body. Man, he is
ripped. I wondered how he got like that. Years of serious training and
discipline, that's for sure. Suddenly I realized he wasn't talking
anymore. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. He was looking at me
with this expression that looked like, like----HOLY SHIT--he's waiting for
me to say something!!! Did he catch me staring at him?? I felt my cheeks
start to burn. Say something you idiot!!!!
"Oh, um, heh--hi. Again. I mean....". Crap I was stammering again. Just
breathe and relax. Breathe and relax. "I'm Jaden. Scott. I'm a student
here too."
Fucking brilliant. Jeez, I felt so lame all of the sudden. Of course I'm
a student here. A sense of panic started to wash over me. Great--the all
powerful black cloud of despair was trying to take ahold of me again.
No--not again!! When will this emotional scar finally heal, dammit??!! A
war erupted inside of my head--despair versus hope. Hope--hope for what??
Perfect love?? Someone to share my life with?? OK--this is getting out of
hand. I had known this guy for about 10 seconds. There's no possible way
he's gay. Yet, he did stop in the middle of his workout to come talk to
me. But, he's not like me. He's too masculine looking to be gay (I know
that is a stereotype--I'm just telling you the thoughts that raced through
my mind).
AAAARRRRGGGGHHH!!! Go away black cloud. At least for now. I'll deal with
you later. Just let me see what he wants and get out of here gracefully.
That would make me happy.
"Nice to meet you Jaden.", he said. He stuck out his hand. For a second I
thought---what the hell is he doing??? Is he going to touch me?? Is he
going to start feeling me up right here in the student gym??
I stared blankly at his hand for about 2 seconds. DUH!!! He was trying to
shake my hand, the universal greeting. Get your head out of the gutter,
Scott.
I reached over and took his hand in mine. Now--I know what you are
thinking. You're thinking a great jolt of electricity passed between the
two of us and we both instantly knew we were soulmates. That God, in his
divine wisdom, decided to smile on us this glorious day. That we looked
into each others eyes and realized that we were home. Two halves becoming
whole. Love, and contentment, and peace. The black cloud obliterated by
one small gesture.
Well---you'd be WRONG!!! WRONG, WRONG WRONG!!!
What passed through my mind was 'ewwwww---his hand is soaked in sweat'.
Yuck. He realized it too because he yanked his hand quickly.
"Sorry. I'm still sweating from my session.", he said.
"No problem. It's OK. I usually work up quite a sweat too, so I know how
it goes.", I replied as I wiped my hand on my shirt.
An awkward silence quickly fell over us. I was begging my tongue to get
untied. Just say something. Anything!!!
Thankfully, Lane came to the resuce.
"Sooooo, about my question.....", he began.
"Oh right. You wanted to know if I was looking for a workout partner.
Hmmmm. Well, to be honest with you Lane, I hadn't really considered it
before.", I replied.
DAMN, DAMN, DAMN---freaking idiot. Just say yes. YES!! Three simple
letters, one simple word. This guy was asking if you wanted to be workout
partners with him. HIM!! The sexiest creature you have ever laid eyes on.
He wants to workout with you. I had to assert some control over my mind
and my body. The evil black cloud was trying to win. So far, the cloud
was winning the battle. I refused to let it when the war.
"But, " I continued, " I would definitely be willing to think about it. I
need to know what kind of workout schedule you keep and the types of
exercises you are currently doing--that sort of thing."
"Right, right.", Lane said. "Say--I have an idea. I'm basically done
here. If you want, why don't we both go to our respective homes, shower,
change, then meet back at the Student Union. I owe you at least a cup of
coffee or a juice for the sweaty hand thing, " he smiled widely, " and then
we can discuss all of the details and decide if we are a good match to be
partners."
I wanted to shout 'We'd be a great match as partners'. Of course I knew he
was referring to workout partners, not life partners. It was tempting
though.
I said, "Great idea. I'll meet you at the Student Union in one hour---is
that cool with you?"
Lane got a huge smile on his face (again, breath-taking), and--did I just
imagine that, or was that a twinkle in his eyes??
"Awesome, dude. See you in an hour.", he said. He started to thrust out
his right arm for another handshake, but quickly caught onto his error.
"Whoops,", he said sheepishly, "I almost forgot. Sweaty hands equal
disgusting handshake." And that huge smile was back on his face.
"That's OK. I understand---it takes a little bit longer for information to
process in the brains of you 'gym jocks'.", I said. I was trying hard to
keep a straight face.
"Hey--I'll accept that since you're saying that about yourself too. You're
almost here as much as I am!", he laughed.
"Alright, you win. See you in a little bit.", I said.
"Later, dude.", Lane replied.
I exited the gym and started my short walk home. It was a bright, sunny,
beautiful September morning. Was it this beautiful outside when I showed
up at the gym?? I arrived here only an hour ago, but it suddenly seemed as
if days had passed.
Lane--I like that name. Different, but not weird. Definitely not weird
when compared to some of the crazy names that Hollywood celebrities were
coming up with these days. I mean--please. Who in their right mind would
name their child "Apple"?? I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to sit
through a Gweneth Paltrow movie ever again without laughing. I felt the
same way about my name that I did about Lane's. Both names weren't ones
you heard everyday. I felt special all of the sudden. Unique.
I came to a stop so fast that I tripped over my own feet and almost fell. I
suddently remembered something Lane had said . "You're almost here as much
as I am", Lane had said. Had he....noticed me at the gym before?? How
long had he been...noticing me?? I searched my brain---I couldn't remember
seeing him at the gym before and I was there 3 times every week. I know I
would have remembered him, that I am absolutely sure of. Of course, I
usually keep to myself and don't pay attention to the world around me. So,
I guess its not strange that I hadn't seen Lane before today. But---he had
seen me. Now I was filled with alot more questions. Had he simply seen me
around the gym, or had he been watching me??
I continued my walk home. Those questions would have to wait for another
day.
TO BE CONTINUED
No major cliffhanger this time. I felt bad about the last one.
Be on the lookout for chapter 3--I'm writing as fast as I can.